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Addicted to Sperm

By Daniel Guy Philip has arrived in Oxford to begin his philosophy degree.   He feels liberated, living away from home for the first time. Free at last from the suffocating normality of his mother’s house in London, he is determined to have adventures. So one evening, having enjoyed a few beers with fellow undergraduates, he decides to slip away and to take a stroll to part of the city he’s not explored before. The night is warm and he's a still little drunk. He walks for about twenty minutes and ends up sitting on a bench in a park, down by the canal. In front of him, about fifty yards away across the park is a redbrick toilet block, a popular cruising spot for men.   After watching a variety of guys wandering in and out, he plucks up enough courage, gets up and walks nervously over. Inside it’s gloomy and the stench of urine is unpleasant.   There's just one faint emergency light on, just enough light to see where you’re going. He takes a piss.   He feels nervous